Editing When the King Comes Knocking:Bors

Bors is a Dwarven Skald who lived until recently in [[When_the_King_Comes_Knocking:Forgehome|Forgehome]].  As the heroes passed through, harsh and irrevocable words were said between them.  Nonetheless, he elected to go with them and guide them to [[When_the_King_Comes_Knocking:Maelbrethyr|Maelbrethyr]], the city of sunken towers.

The bartender also told the heroes of Bors' history, before they left [[When_the_King_Comes_Knocking:Forgehome|Forgehome]]

<blockquote>"Bors had two brothers. They both went with him to [[When_the_King_Comes_Knocking:Maelbrethyr|Maelbrethyr]]. He never divulged why he went to such a place. Probably in shame. If it was to find a woman he had neglected who had left him, or if he needed to reclaim his honor, is anyone's guess, and no-ones business but his own. <br>
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"The City claimed his sanity. His brothers, Miklunth and Larsa, they tried to force him to leave [[When_the_King_Comes_Knocking:Maelbrethyr|Maelbrethyr]]. In a rage, Bors slew Miklunth. He knew the consequences of his folly almost immediately. He sunk into a melancholy, one he hasn't quite shaken even today. Larsa led the listless Skald out of [[When_the_King_Comes_Knocking:Maelbrethyr|Maelbrethyr]] after that.  Both of them had changed when they got back to Forgehome. Bors could not bring himself to look Larsa in the eye anymore. He didn't have the nerve to speak to him, to try and make amends. And Larsa. Why, he had spent himself just getting out of the damned City."<br>
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The barkeep's countenance darkens just speaking of the fate of Bors. He speaks slower and slower, and begins to question why he is even retelling the sad tale in the first place.  "Damned outsiders!" says the bartender "Making old wounds bleed again... Well, I am not entirely fair, its not your fault. You just didn't know. Anyhow, Larsa died an ignoble death three decades ago. Death by pestilence.  Bors never forgave himself. The poor sod, all he does is spend time retelling stories of glories that he never had, of other dwarves victories. That and drink."  The bartender rubs his mottled bald head.<br>
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"He's a dwarf with a death-wish, I tell you. A death-wish."<br>
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-Originally posted by Chrespo, IC Post #269</blockquote>